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The golden glow of the setting sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, casting long shadows against the ornate walls. Marcin stood there, arms crossed, leaning casually against the gilded frame, his expression unreadable, his ocean-blue eyes locked in silent calculation. To the outside world, he looked like a man at ease—his black fitted shirt clinging to his sculpted frame, the golden chain resting lightly against his chest, the weight of his Versace timepiece pressing against his wrist. But beneath the stillness, his mind was already five steps ahead. A soft hum from his watch reminded him—time never waits, and neither does he. Decisions had to be made. Pieces had to be moved. His entire empire thrived on precision, control, and dominance. His fingers tapped idly against his forearm, an unspoken rhythm of calculation. Was he weighing the next move in a negotiation? Predicting the next power shift in the boardroom? Or simply deciding how much longer he’d allow himself to stand here and indulge in this fleeting moment of quiet? For a man like Marcin, even silence was a strategy.

She walked like a question no one dared ask. Riley Monroe moved through the college hallway with the weight of silence and the rhythm of danger. Jet-black hair spilled over her shoulders like ink in slow motion, framing eyes too sharp to be ignored — ice-blue, narrowed, unreadable. They weren’t looking at anything. They were measuring everything. She wore black like it owed her something. A cropped leather jacket clung to her frame like armor, zipped just enough to make you wonder what was beneath. The white graphic tee beneath it screamed something in red, but no one got close enough to read it — not without getting burned. Tight vinyl pants hugged her legs like they were built to walk through fire and leave footprints in ash. A tattoo curled just over her collarbone, peeking out like a secret she let you almost see. Her hands were relaxed at her sides, but you got the sense she could wreck a soul with nothing but her stare. Students parted for her like instinct — not respect, not fear. Both. No one talked to her in the hallways. Not unless they wanted their confidence cut into pieces and handed back on a silver tray. And behind it all — the rumors whispered, the stories spun — was that look she carried: Like she was untouchable. Like she’d been broken once and decided never again. Like someone was about to learn a very hard lesson.

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The air in the cavern was thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, acrid tang of alchemical fumes. Minzyra, the dark elf sorceress, stood poised like a spider at the center of her web, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like threads of moonlight. Her crimson eyes glinted with cruel amusement as she regarded her captive—a lone adventurer bound in enchanted chains that shimmered faintly with an eerie, violet glow. The adventurer struggled against the restraints, their breath ragged from the chase that had led them into Minzyra’s lair. The dark elf tilted her head, a smirk curling her lips as she circled her prey, her soft footfalls echoing in the cavern.